After I put back all of my new clothing, throwing out any trace of colour that had previously been in the wardrobe, hanging, untouched. I bathed and dressed for the evening.
I was given a warning from not only Rhysand but also Amren about being pleasant tonight as whoever Rhysand was bringing was bound to scare easily and 'has been through a lot.' Pfft. Haven't we all.
I dressed in a black gown that had a sheer crosshatch upper body area and sleeves. As well as some jewellery and a dark red lip. Aside from the dress being more fancy than usual it's what I usually wore to dinner.
I thought about getting a drink at the bar before dinner, my shadows flicked in anticipation, they know me too well.
I stride down the corridor immediately pouring myself a large amount of Rhysand's expensive whiskey.
Mate
My shadows whisper as he takes a seat next to me. I hear his whispering too, probably something similar.
"You do wear an awful lot of black for someone who claims to be from the summer court." Azriel challenges. He hasn't found out..has he?
"I like the colour." I take a large gulp from my whiskey, the burning sensation a warmth I welcome.
"That your favourite colour?"
"No."
A pause.
"What is?"
I turn to look at him, debating. If I don't tell him he'll pester, if I do tell him, there's a chance I'll be left alone to silently drink in peace. I opt for the latter.
I sigh "Green"
"Like an autumn court green?" He questions. Ouch.
I narrow my eyes at him in warning. "No like a Castleton green," though the lid on my temper flies off "why do you want to know anyway!"
His eyes slightly widen and he puts his hands up in surrender "Cauldron Ziláa it was only a question, I hope for your sake you're not this hostile towards Feyre when she gets here."
"Feyre?" It can't be. "As in?"
"Yes that Feyre, so unless you want Rhysand melting your mind" I shiver at the thought "I would pull yourself together for one evening, then you can go back to hating me as much as you like."
I study him for a moment, his wings solid in stature, shadows flicking about, face stern but eyes...soft almost.
I give a small nod and finish off my glass, pouring myself another.
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A Court of Watchful Shadows
Fantasy"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me. I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils...
